and I thought; be still my heart.
this could be a brand new start, with you.
and it will be clear.
---

... Good evening, world;

it feels good to be back home.


The sky outside has painted itself a nondescript, undemanding shade of grey and I am of the opinion that it is rather pretty.


I didn't do much today. Mummy scheduled a mani pedi for me; so I got my nails done, hurrah, I hope they last all the way till Orlando. Found a new lippy...and oh, needs to schedule an outing with the girls. Life becomes simpler over grande decaf lattes, I swear. <3

My blood test results came back, and my liver's fyyyne, so no cause for worry.

My tendency to fall asleep is becoming progressively more alarming. It's beginning to worry even me; which is saying a lot, y'know; and it would be nice to be able to, for once, stay awake over the phone. Because when I do, I gradually drift out of the conversation and the remaining conversation-- well, I only manage to catch bits of it, which is infinitely annoying because when the other person asks whether you've heard what they just said; you have no choice but to admit that yes, you fell asleep and no, you didn't hear much of it at all.

Which infuriates me no end.


... I like today's evening.
Everything's quiet and you don't feel as if you have to do anything, and the weather outside is damp and cool and dim and paper-fresh; just the way I like it.


I think I like life just the way it is, and for now-

I am content. <3


and so we look back with starry eyes and,
-----

Happy birthday, 04. We're a year old now, and so much closer for it.

(p.s we'll miss you, Christel. Come back and visit us; you promised. <3)>

We had crazyloads of fun. We went to Macs to get our stuff, and then it was all:

Kat: Hi, could I have one McChicken, please? I don't want the chicken, I don't want the bun, I don't want the mayo...I just want the lettuce.

RJ: Hi, can I have one milkshake please?
Qiu: *pops up* *sings* ...My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard...

Cara: Heya. Could I have one grilled chicken foldover, one diet coke, and one diet water, please?


Yeah we do stupid things just cos we can.



MG nostalgia.



'Cos we're MGnificent.



Twister! (!!)












The Fourckers meet Casino Royale.



Hey Aussie girl. <3






Ash is shtuck.
Game Master: " *snicker* ...Aren't you all enjoying this?"
All, unanimously: "...NO!!!"



...You can stand under my legs, legs, legs. (inside spoof)






Go 'head, girl, go 'head, get down.



Emg how wrong, please.



Poledancers with teh coolest poles, yao. :D



Tracy-- come get some.



Kai Yuan (right) gets so bored that he decides to break out into an impromptu dance routine.



"See, Pravin; you can stand under my umbrella."


Omigosh it is so hard to take a proper picture with Gwen.


First failed attempt. (I forgot to turn off the zoom function.)


Second failed attempt. (Apparently it was still on zoom.)


Scuffle for the camera then ensues.


...Stillll scuffling...


Our one successful attempt.
(Apologies for the face. Gwen stepped on my toe when we were scuffling.)






"The kids that thought they'd run this town ain't running much of anything.
We're just loving and laughing and busting our covers,
and we call this living the dream."


"If I'm going to be alive,
then I might as well be incredible;
I want to do more that just exist."
-----

Hello, good members of the NJC community.
Meet the newest kids on the block.

...Meet the Fourckers,

and hell yeah ohfour pwns!


I had tonsuv fun being an OGL today. OGLy OGLs OGLe.
And we the four raddest people in 04 burnt manymany calories jumping up and down and screaming and getting everyone revved up.

Juniors...you guys are the awesomestestest.

I feel odd being a senior, though. I don't even feel fifteen yet.
I feel fourteen. And my brother says I look twelve. (I do NOT.)

...But we be cool beans, yao. (:
I remember names. I remember many names.
Like Joe Wei; affectionately christened Pretty Boy upon being sighted. Omigosh and he already has, like, three?/four? IP2-to-be seniors perving on him. We had seniors dashing into class and pointing and going, "Hey, that's the pretty boy!" and Ruth yelling out "...PRETTY BOY!" and aaaahh, 07ers, you are creepy people.

P.S Pretty Boy: I am not a camwhore.
I merely enjoy capturing memories.
S'a difference.

And since I'm being harassed for pictures...



Oh four goodness' sake.



...Yongsters?









...Uh huh. The things we put our juniors through.


Louise. MG junior! (!!)
(who even looks cute upside down, dammit.)


Omigosh they have no idea what they're in for.
...Just loooook at all the unsuspecting little faces. ):


And so the torture begins.








...Apple bobbing!
He dips...


He dunks...


...He scores!

And yeah, so I did threaten to do things to PB's picture as payback for calling me a camwhore,
but whatev. I happen to be a nice person.
So I did add effects to his picture-- but nice ones.
My gosh, adore me.


Future Hollister model, anyone?










Caraahhh and Jinnie Gim Gim Gim.


Edward Cullen United.
(Okay so technically now I'm more into the whole Jacob Black thing, but still.)


Because you know you love us.











Yvett + Cara = Fringe Buddies.


Joe Wei (PB!).
I am not a camwhore.




Us in all our unglamourous, exhausted glory.


Badass.


07IP04.
The original Fourckers. <3


Yeah you got that right--
We're the champions.


...Obviously.


So yeah.
Today was awesome, and it felt amazing when the entire auditorium exploded at the end of it all, in a chorus (the same chorus!) of cheers and yells and
I think it's incredible how much we've bonded. I reckon we've bonded more over these last few days of school than we did in the entire year.

Which is just wow, y'know? ...
...and as the sun sets on NJC,

you know we've all got the NJ heartbeat.

It sounds way lame, but s'true.



Long live the red, white and gold.

Amen. <3